Look how amazing the watermelon is, with its fine cerebral patterns, how attractive it is.
Now, what is that little brown thing next to it? So puny and what pale in comparison. Is that a potato?
Let’s cut the watermelon up, the weather is so hot, a juicy thirst-quenching piece of watermelon would be perfect. Hold on, be patient while I cut it up.
Catch the brown fruit! Its dropping! And down it hit the ground. Wait, I think I see something pretty, green what a pleasing pasture green color. I know! Its a kiwi, not a potato!
Some things are just not loud to start with but if u noe wads inside, it is beautiful and captivating as can be. I was never a potato to start with, if only u paid attention to what I was. I would never fight for the attention to start with, but only if u fought for the right to be next to me.
But to see my breath-taking meant to split me apart. Compromise- you die a little every time you reveal your glory.